I think it’s Christmas when I smell cinnamon. A warm scent beside the fireplace that lights an adult’s smile, a child’s excitement, a baby’s wonder. All hugged by a cosy jumper. Reunions with movies, music and faces, sat on a carpet decorated with stray tinsel and rejected bounty sweets. A row breaks out over the board game. Hot chocolate serves to smoothen the mood. Outside, clouds of breath fog a frosty morning. A stranger is kind. People are either madly in love or wish to be. And when the quick whispers of my younger siblings wake me; I know it’s Christmas.
#FLASHFICTION101 NOVEMBER 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
November's #FlashFiction101 shortlist is made up of 23 stories, with one story being released daily as an advent calendar of festive flash fiction. Look out for a new story every day with the winning entry being announced on the 24th December 2021.
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